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He squeezed tighter. Slade glanced to his right. Priest watched with enjoyment. Cyrus watched with intensity.Fuck, Slade thought as he stepped toward Linc.
“Brother,” Slade said. “We should find out…”
The risk of even suggesting to Linc what to do was huge. But more often than not Slade stood as the voice of calm and reason.
“It’s bigger than just this one,” Slade said.
Linc opened his hand. Paul instantly started to cough while he twisted and turned, kicked and thrashed. Linc threw a quick punch, hitting Paul in the gut. That stopped him from moving.
“Listen to me,” Cyrus said as he stepped forward. “Give us the truth. We’ve already got you, Paul. You want to die? Really?”
“You hit me in the shoulder,” Linc said. “That tells me you didn’t want to kill me. You knew better. Right?”
Slade sucked in a breath. He knew this game.
Cat and mouse. Outlaw and some street scum that stood no chance…
“I didn’t know who it was,” Paul said, his teeth chattering as though his feet were dipped into icy water. “It was just a drive by thing. That’s all. That’s what they told me. Drive by, shoot, and that’s it. I thought it was some… I don’t know… if I knew it was you guys… I’d never…”
“Was that so hard?” Cyrus asked. “Are we big, bad, scary bikers?”
Paul shook his head.
“Now who said to do it?” Linc asked. “See, we don’t care about you. No offense. We just want to know what’s going on.”
“For the sake of the town,” Slade added. “That’s why we’re here, Paul. This is about the town. Not us. Not you.”
“Yeah,” Paul said.
The garage fell silent. The bikers waited for their answer. Paul didn’t speak soon enough.
Cyrus - paying respect to his VP and the man who was shot by Paul - looked at Linc first. Linc gave a small nod. That’s when Cyrus then looked at Priest. One look became the green light. Without hesitation, Slade retrieved a pair of rusted pliers off a workbench.
“What’s happening?” Paul asked.
“Time’s up,” Cyrus said.
Linc put his left hand out and Slade gave him the pliers. Then Linc put his right hand out. That surprised Slade. Priest’s eyes grew wide. Him relinquishing the chance to cause pain and suffering…
The tension in the garage grew twenty times over.Fuck, Slade thought. It took another nod from Cyrus for Priest to listen to the silent command. Priest handed over a knife. That’s when Paul started to flip out again.
“Priest,” Linc said. “I know what this means to you. Do me the honor and get this asshole to stop squirming.”
It wasn’t the same as what Priest really wanted… but…
Priest reached up for Paul’s left hand. He grabbed and twisted Paul’s middle finger like a skinny pretzel, snapping it with ease.
“Now stop fucking moving!” Priest roared.
Linc jammed the pliers against Paul’s mouth, hitting teeth, cracking one of Paul’s front teeth.
“Give me your fucking tongue, motherfucker!” Linc growled.
Slade reached and knew just how to grab Paul’s throat. Squeezing his esophagus, sending his body into a panic state.
Linc pulled Paul’s tongue, using the pliers. Not missing a second, Linc jammed the knife against Paul’s tongue and started to cut. Paul screamed and tried to move.
“Fuck,” Cyrus said.
